(BIG FREEZE)Catch the beat for the Ace Duece TreyBig Freeze is in effect for 94 and I'mma sprayTec-9 hollow point tips on your Slob-ass killin snoopsIn the street with me and he won'tLast a second, come to checkin' all you slobs with the quicknessDumpin' with the Tec you close you're eyes and try you wish thisThis was a dream and maybe one day you'll wake upBut you ran upon the wrong Franklin Crip and got buckedRight back in your muthafuckin' placeBig Freeze got the nine in your muthafuckin' faceAnd just to let you know I ain't no muthafuckin' hoHot feeling full of lead and leave your body on the floorIt's BK Crippin' all the time when I ride NationwideEast Side Franklin Crippin', so you Slobs better hideAnd if you don't when I see you I'ma kill youYou can bet your bottom dollar fool I'll peel you

(BATMAN)This ain't no poser but I be bang Crabs to piecesWonderful one to his head and deceased himPoint blank range it was strange the way it happenedEast Side Swans pulled up and started cappin'Crabs been runnin' and duckin' and try to get the fuck away, but it's too lateCause I popped hI'm with the H.K. popMiggety gun between the Crabs with me strap with me NineBuck buck buck buck buck E-Ricket always dieMe kick the rasta shit hI'm make me mad I get with himMe comin' from South Central? me say trickBickin it kickin it and stoppin it, pissin' and jackin' a punkin' the Crab dudeMe love to smokin' chronic, drink O.E. and act a foolSome Crab in me hood losin' life for? chipMe happy to Glock and got and show 'em for no pityBlood, me gangsta from me hood, me killin' never like a slutOr me can do the? because them snitch like a?

(SIX PACC)I got the feelin' there's anotha Slob killin' in my hoodNiggaz gettin' suited and booted up to no goodShootin' up everything and Tec-9 bail ringin'Showin' the punk-ass snoops how we gangbangin'Psycho assassin I laugh when I stick 'emThen I bury hI'm alive cause the fool wasn't Crippin'I got a double barrel sawed-off, point it at the hostageHad your mama ransom and still shock the bitchYou better ask somebody about Six PaccOriginal Gangsta well known to peel a cap3 o' clock in the morning the 'F' Gang creepin'To see if we can catch another Slob slippinC-rag hangin' off the Gauge as I blast fool until you know this is CripAnd you don't have to askEvil side never die, fool it's no misteryCrabs runnin' the ocean I'm from the C

(GREEN EYES)Now as I tight'n up my flags, my bhakis sag lowBanged up for Inglewood, yeah 104'bout to pull a jack in my bucket, nigga PumpkinSaw the first rip, who slipped, put some' in his chestSet trippin' I'mma bust on his ass quick210 pounds lettin' of 50 roundsGunnin 'em down for the homies that's B.I.PIt's called payback I stay strapped, I packs a Mac-1Brazy like Rambo I'm lettin' of ammo with my 9, 16 shotFuck all these Crabs lies in the studioTryin' to act like they hardBut you done pushed me to my limit like a muthafuckin credit card? fired up the motherfuckin' strapGreen eyes got something off his chest ready to be expressedFuck all ya'll Crabs, ya'll niggaz ain't shitAnd you will never catch Green Eyez mackin' to a Crab bitch

(G-BONE)Slob-ass niggaz C's up what that Crip likeNiggaz don't understand that I'm a C, a Crip 4 lifeSlob-ass fools in my city nigga fear me更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 It's the A to the D.C. rip fuck the BAtlantic Drive Crippin' is where I'm fromIf you can tell? that Slob niggas know that they can't spellNigga this is Slob killa, I spell it outFor you S.L.O.B.K. I double L.A. Crip niggaSouth Side Atlantic Drive makin' Slob panicDippin' in a GWith that muthafuckin' automatic strap out the window, pop pop now it's onA bitch made Slob nigga caught two in their domeOn the Crens with they burgundy pants caught slippin'While I'm dippin' to the other side set trippin'Crippin' to the fullest, fuck Slob nigga this is CripI kill a Slob nigga and I smoke a Slob bitch

(?)Now bick back and relax as I kick the facts about youMuthafuckin' scary-ass Crabs that just be Bangin On WaxTrue facts and not fictionAnd if you wanna buy? gimme your money nigga steady dippin'You motherfuckin' right that's how the gangsta go and do itSin Joke come to? you to stretch you, but that Ricket blew itMark-ass Crabs droppin shit like a SegaI called up G-Pops and told hI'm my nigga need the Desert EagleBlood I think some shit finna jumpSo tell Dogg to bring the nine millimeter and the pistol grip pumpYeah, that should handle thisA Bounty Hunter from Watts, so I'm forcin' niggas scandelousAnd I'm down for whateverI got the extra long clip hangin' out my motherfuckin' 'RettaGettin' ready for a C.KHere comes some? from that Ricket nigga with no further delay

(TROLL LOC)Load up the guns cause now you fuckin' with a killa trigga copBust some shots at you Slob-ass niggas talkin' shitYou's a bitch and I'll put that on my mommaIf I catch you in these streets - I'ma leave your ass in traumaThis shock well and don't bail on T.R.O. double LCause dead rag gettin' toe tagged from hot shellsRide throught my hood in that motherfuckin' redI put my gun to your head and leave you dead enough said

(AWOL)Now as I hear this on line if you really gon' blastI got a flea on my dick, for puttin' in it their dogs ass'Damn Blood that Ricket nigga was wild'I call myself a dog say fuck hI'm doggystyle uh uhSmooth sellin' on a gay-ass snoopThe main bitch at my house straight smokin' a loopK.P. to the motherfuckin' HFuck all Slob this the muthafuckin' K

(DOGG & LI'L HAWK)Gimme the strap goddamn so I can bust on this CrabThat bitch AWOLTryin' to bang with a? shank?Well, we'll rush you niggas on the count of 4And all that Crab shit what is you bangin' forFuck talkin' with you niggas, fuck? with you niggasFuck rappin' with you niggas I don't believe you niggasIt don't stop, I slip in my clip and set tripIt's the Dogg and Hawksta, Weirdos and MafiasMafia/Weirdos it really don't matterI grab my nine and make it rat-a-tat-tatterNow we be rollin' in my muthafuckin' G- rideIt's me Lil' Hawk and the Dogg showin' these Crabs what that 'B' likeWeirdo gangsta's and the 10 and tha 4Fuck all Crabs in the studio